Rick: My second dad. R.I.P
I've never been good at saying goodbye to people, especially when it's someone you're very close to, and just recently saw not even 3 hours before. This is the 3rd or 4th time i've tried to write something about it all that will fail miserabley yet again. Rick was my like a father to me basically, and it sucks, I'm taking it really hard... I don't know any other way to put it, and I don't think there is any other way to explain it. He was always there for me no matter what, didn't matter if i called him at 4am because i couldn't sleep, he was always there. At work he would stop in at closing time to make sure everything was alright, since most of my work was done outside and it was rather creepy out. He's my gaurdian angel. I miss him a lot.
He had a heart attack about a week ago, and his doctor only put a stent in... to me the way the problem was described to me, they should have opened him up to fix it... I sometimes regret having taken anatomy courses for this exact reason. I don't trust hospitals or doctors, also, for that exact reason. He was 44 years old... I'm sorry, I believe everyone has a plan in the end... but he wasn't ready to go.
I saw him the day he got out of the hospital and he had such a renewed view on life... and he was genuinly happy. I saw a week later, and exactly 3 hours, 15 minutes and 34 seconds before he died too... at least he passed in his sleep.
It also truely pisses me off that his ex was at his funeral pretending like she actually really cared about him. Right. I spent most of my time at his wake, outdoors because I can't stand the sight of her... well until it finally dawned on me that I was there for Rick, not her. But it still pissed me off. I know none of you know what i'm really talking about when it comes to him, his ex etc... but this really isn't for you guys, it's for me, to vent, and be angry and pissy and well... i don't give a shit.
So if i'm not exactly the happy go lucky person I usually am... read he last time of the sentance above.
I don't give a shit.
He had a heart attack about a week ago, and his doctor only put a stent in... to me the way the problem was described to me, they should have opened him up to fix it... I sometimes regret having taken anatomy courses for this exact reason. I don't trust hospitals or doctors, also, for that exact reason. He was 44 years old... I'm sorry, I believe everyone has a plan in the end... but he wasn't ready to go.
I saw him the day he got out of the hospital and he had such a renewed view on life... and he was genuinly happy. I saw a week later, and exactly 3 hours, 15 minutes and 34 seconds before he died too... at least he passed in his sleep.
It also truely pisses me off that his ex was at his funeral pretending like she actually really cared about him. Right. I spent most of my time at his wake, outdoors because I can't stand the sight of her... well until it finally dawned on me that I was there for Rick, not her. But it still pissed me off. I know none of you know what i'm really talking about when it comes to him, his ex etc... but this really isn't for you guys, it's for me, to vent, and be angry and pissy and well... i don't give a shit.
So if i'm not exactly the happy go lucky person I usually am... read he last time of the sentance above.
I don't give a shit.